Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2008 19:46:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Mike Hernandez <pokochop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Music Teacher part 1

Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction.  It contains sexual acts between a boy
and an adult male.  If this offends you or illegal where you are, I
suggest not reading it.


Music Teacher -- part 1
Mike Hernandez

The end of summer vacation was quickly approaching. I recently
celebrated my 13th birthday a couple of months ago with my family
and a number of good friends.  I was having a total blast every single
day of my vacation and I honestly dreaded that school was going to
start fairly soon.  Most of my close friends went to a different school.
Even though I'm very fortunate to have cool parents, they've always
decided to take a three to four week vacation the minute I get to my
first class.  I totally understand it.  We always have a great time
together during the summer -- going to the beach, movies, numerous
dinners -- and I feel they just need some time alone after all that.  I'm
good with that.

Everything was a blur then suddenly it hit me -- I'm standing at the
bus stop waiting to be picked up by the yellow monstrosity the call a
bus.  The flashbacks of the fun I had during the summer were all
abruptly ended by the squealing of the tires, the squeaking of the
door, and that grumpy voice saying "Hop on in!"  I dragged myself to
the closest seat available, crossed my arms, and sat down.

Now don't get me wrong.  I like being in school.  I'm not a popular guy
but I'm not the one that gets picked on during lunch.  I'm not the geek
that will raise his hand every time a teacher asks a question but I still
know the answer... most of the time.  I wasn't too fat, too thin, too tall,
or too short.  I was just your average student that gets lost in a crowd.

The first class was English taught by Mr. Lewis.  Worst way to start
your day.  Not only did Mr. Lewis lack a personality, he talked in a
very monotonous tone.  As the minutes went by slowly, it felt like he
was successfully hypnotizing you with every mumble.  My eyes were
so heavy that it hurt just keeping them open and pretend that I'm
listening.  Seriously, it was a bad way to start the school year.

The next few classes were mediocre at best.  It wasn't because of the
subject matter or the teacher.  It was because it was the first day of
school.  Everybody had to do the same thing for every class: 1)
Introduce yourself to the class and to the teacher; 2) Tell them a little
something about yourself; 3) Blah blah blah.

The next class was Music.  The whole class was talking amongst
themselves waiting the teacher to arrive.  While I was bragging to my
seatmate how much fun I had during the summer, I didn't realize that
the teacher had walked into the room and was patiently waiting for us
to settle down.  Once I noticed the students silenced themselves one
by one, I faced the front of the room and there he was.

"Good afternoon class.  My name is Mr. Rodriguez".

That caught my attention.

"I'm going to be your substitute Music teacher for the first part of this
year.  Mrs. Baker just gave birth to her second child late last week
and is now on her maternity leave.  To catch up on her recovery and
some much-needed time off, she has decided to take the whole
quarter off".

Wow, a whole three months.

"She has given me the lesson plan that she made and I'll do my best
to stick to that.  Like any subject, there will be more interesting topics
and some not-so-interesting ones.  Whatever topic we're on, I'll try to
make it as fun as possible".

I've heard that same old dragging speech about a dozen times that
day already.  Surprisingly, Mr. Rodriguez captivated me.  That same
old speech got my whole attention.  I had no idea why at that time.
He then made this small smile that made me want to hug him
immediately.  It still didn't make sense to me.

Up to this time, I still didn't know a lot about sex.  No matter how cool
and approachable my parents were, they just didn't feel comfortable
talking about sex.  When I would get an erection, I learned that
rubbing my fingers on my penis felt good.  That was the extent of my
sexual practices.  I've been told that boys should like girls.  I was
indeed curious about girls but not in a sexual manner.  Boys were a
different story.  That made me feel different and I just didn't want to
share this information with anybody.

Mr. Rodriguez is a chubby, older man.  I'd guess that he's in his late
thirties, 5'7", and about 240 lbs.  Some of his hair is already gray and
showing some signs of balding. Clean-shaven.  He seems a little on
the hairy side based on what I saw on his arms.  Even though he's
older, he has this humble, cute baby face with a smile that makes me
weak.

I was staring at Mr. Rodriguez at this time.  I've never felt this
attraction to anybody else before.  Sure, I'd see somebody and I'd
think they're handsome or cute but I've never met anybody that I want
to be close to.  Hell, I didn't even know at that time what I wanted to
do when I get close to him.  While this was all going on in my head,
he was talking about notes and staves and other musical stuff.  I
wasn't even paying attention to the topic.  As I gazed at him as he
paced from one end of the room to the other, I couldn't help but
slowly lower my stare.  The second I was looking at his groin area,
my eyes were fixated.  You can clearly see a nice bulge in front of his
pants.  Immediately, I felt my penis getting hard, real hard, real fast.  I
was staring at his groin and imagining what it would look like without
being hidden by his slacks.  I was fantasizing about having a music
lesson while Mr. Rodriguez was naked.  I wanted to be naked at that
moment.  There were a lot of things that I didn't know but I knew I
wanted to hug him and be as close to him.  Naked.

The bell rang.  The class was over.  Head back to reality.

I was following Mr. Rodriguez's every movement as he packed his
stuff and left the room.  As soon as he left, I went to the door and
peeked out.  I just needed to see him again before the day ended.  As
he walked down the corridor, he turned and entered the third door to
the left.  When he disappeared, I slowly made my way back to my
seat.  Halfway, it dawned to me -- the third door to the left... led to the
restrooms!  I wasn't even thinking anymore.  I just darted towards the
restrooms, opened the door, and tried my best to casually walked in.
Our school hasn't approved the funds to renovate a lot of rooms
around the campus.  This bathroom was one of them.  It wasn't dirty
or disgusting, it just needed some modernization: better tiles, hand
dryers, and dividers at the urinals.

There he was, standing on the far right urinal.  I wasn't thinking
straight at this time.  I was overwhelmed by the curiosity of seeing his
penis.  I wanted to see it.  I needed to see it.  I carefully walked to the
urinal to his immediate left.  Even with all this braveness, I was still
scared silly.  I got to the urinal, unzipped my pants, and just kept my
eyes focused in front of me.  No matter how strong the urge to stare
at his penis, I was scared to look at it without knowing what his
reactions were going to be.

"Hey there", he said.

Was he talking to me?  I was so nervous I didn't know what to say.

"Weren't you in the Music class that I just taught?"

I nodded.

"I hope I didn't bore you guys that much.  It's my first day as a
substitute and I'm learning as I go."

"No.  It was alright."

"Do you like music?"

"I guess."

"That's good.  At least there's one that `guesses' he likes music.
Most of the boys here would immediately say that they'd rather play
ball than sit in my class."

His smooth, baritone voice eased some of the nervousness that I
had.  While we were talking, I didn't realize that my focus started to
head towards his direction.  Before I knew it, I was staring at his
penis.  I couldn't believe that I was actually watching this man's cock
as he was taking a piss.  My penis started growing and I couldn't stop
massaging it with my fingers.  I was enjoying the view so much I
didn't notice he was done taking a leak.  He was now caressing his
dick with his thumb on top and his index and middle finger wrapped
around it.  He then started a pulling motion with his hand around his
dick.  Forward, backward, forward, backward... and as he was doing
it I can see that his penis was growing in length and girth.  He was
getting hard in front of me!  I looked up to him, made eye contact, and
he smiled at me.

"I hope it was as good as you imagined", he softly said, almost like a
whisper.  With that he put his penis back in, zipped his pants,
grabbed his suitcase, and left the restroom.

I couldn't believe what just happened.  Did he notice me staring at his
groin while he was teaching?  I guess so.  Remembering that I was
still in school, I put my dick back in my pants, went back to the room,
and had to endure the longest day in history.  I couldn't wait to get
home.  Mr. Rodriguez was the focus of my daydreams that day.  I
couldn't stop thinking about his face, his body, and his growing cock.
As soon as the day ended, I got back to the bus, got home, and went
directly to my room.  I didn't even have to lock my room because I
was alone for the next three weeks.  I took all my clothing off and lay
on the bed.  My penis was instantaneously hard.  I started massaging
it and remembered what Mr. Rodriguez was doing to his cock.  I
decided to copy it.  I wrapped my hand around my hard penis and
started stroking it -- up, down, up, down.  This felt really good.  I can't
believe that I haven't discovered it already.  I just kept on stroking it
while thinking of Mr. Rodriguez.  I was imagining his baby face and
his smile, his round, hairy body, and his cock.  I then started
imagining him stroking me.  With that thought I started stroking faster
and faster until I felt something that I've never felt before.  My whole
body was tingling.  All my muscles were contracting.  My breathing
got short and heavy.  My pulse was getting faster and I was sweating.
It was a terrifying new sensation but I could not stop stroking my
penis.

Then it happened.  White, gooey stuff spurted out from my piss-hole.
It shot out about a foot into the air and landed all over my chest.  A
second and third batch of fluids came out and landed all over my
stomach.  I was horrified.  I had no idea what it was.  I felt all the
energy I had was gone and I was left feeling limp.  It felt good,
though.  Really good.  After a few seconds, I wasn't scared anymore.
This ecstatic sensation overwhelmed all feeling of uncertainty.  I
examined the white stuff with my fingers.  It was sticky.  I played with
it with my thumb and index finger.  I then slowly lifted my hand and
tasted the fluids.  I liked it.  It was different.  I was different.  I had a
few more drops to taste and I started getting hard again.  I was slowly
stroking my dick with my right hand as my left was spreading all that
white, gooey stuff all over my chest and stomach.  I didn't have any
energy left though and in the middle of that, I fell asleep.

I loved it.  Every moment I'd have alone I decided to grab hold of my
penis and start stroking it.  This was a great new discovery.  I couldn't
stop thinking about it.  Even if I were in school, I'd take a bathroom
break and go to one of the stalls, close the door, and start stroking.
I'd do it the minute I get home, before dinner, after dinner, before I
slept.  I couldn't stop doing it.

Thursday came and I was anticipating Mr. Rodriguez's class.  He was
the fourth class that day. Believe me, the first three were
excruciatingly slow.  But there he came, walked in to the room and
greeted everybody.  I just stared at him.  He's the cutest teddy bear of
a man I've ever seen.

"Good morning, class.  I want to deviate from Mrs. Baker's lesson
plan for a bit right now.  This school wants us to only teach classical
music.  Of course, classical music theory is the best foundation for
any aspiring musician, but we all know that there are other genres out
there.  And with that..."

He started playing different pieces of music in the CD player.  There
was Rock, Reggae, R&B...

"And here is one of my favorite genres, Jazz."

He started playing a nice, groovy tune.  It's a nice change from that
boring classical music that I will never ever listen to outside this class.

"I love this genre", Mr. Rodriguez said.  "It gives you the ability to
express yourself while keeping it in a structured form.  In fact, I'll be
playing with a jazz trio tonight at the Lombardi's Tavern in midtown.  If
anybody is interested, just tell me and I'll be more than happy to talk
to the establishment to lift the age requirement for the night.  We'll tell
them it's an educational experience".

I looked around the classroom.  No one seemed to care about Mr.
Rodriguez's jazz gig.  He was right -- everybody here wasn't
interested in learning about music at all.  They were just waiting for
the bell to ring so they can rush off to the court and play ball.  As
another music class ended, I decided to follow him as he exited our
room.

"Mr. Rodriguez, sir."

He turned around.  He was pleasantly surprised that I followed him.
"Hey there, how's it going?"

"It's going good, sir."

"That's good.  Anything I can help you with?"

"Well, you mentioned that you had a jazz gig tonight.  I was
wondering if I could come along... if that's alright."

He smiled.  "Of course you can come.  I'd be delighted if you tagged
along. Do you have any means to get there?"

"No sir.  I just take the school bus to and from home."

"Well, if you don't mind waiting an hour after all your classes end, I'd
be more than happy to give you a ride to the gig and then to your
home.  Have you asked permission from your parents?"

"They're on vacation but I'm sure they'll allow me anyways.  They're
cool guys."

"Well, if you say so.  I'll be at the faculty parking lot at the end of the
day."

"Thank you!"  I was thrilled to accompany him.  "Oh, by the way,
regarding what you said to me in the restroom last Monday..."

A short pause.  "I hope I didn't offend you," he said sincerely.

"Oh, not at all."

He smiled one more time.  "Good.  If you want we can talk about it
later.  Both you and I still have classes to finish today."  And with that
we parted ways.  I can't believe it.  He is just too nice.  I couldn't wait
till the day ended.  I wasn't thinking straight anymore.  I've been told a
million times to not speak with strangers, never ever climb into a
stranger's vehicle... but I really wanted to spend a little more time
with Mr. Rodriguez.

An hour after my last class ended I walked towards the faculty
parking lot.  As he promised, there he was standing beside a pale
gold SUV.  He waved at me and motioned for me to quickly get in to
his car.  As we both got in, he apologized for rushing me.

"Sorry to have made you run like that.  Unfortunately, my band
screwed me up and scheduled this gig to start in less than 45 minutes
from now."

"No problem."

We started chatting small talk.  It felt like he was trying to avoid the
topic about what happened in the restrooms last Monday.  It wasn't a
big deal for me if he didn't want to talk about it.  I was just happy to be
around him.

When we got to the venue, he parked his car and put all his gear on a
hand truck.  He introduced me to the greeter and mentioned that I
was a student of his.  The greeter was pleasant and she even led me
to a table very close to where the band was setting up.   In less than
10 minutes the band started to play.  Mr. Rodriguez looked very cute
as he held his bass guitar with his forehead wrinkled as he strained to
see his charts in the dimly lit stage.  Once in a while he'll look my way
and smile or give me a wink.

It was a very short performance.  After and hour and fifteen minutes,
they were already packing up.  The band members exchanged
goodbyes and we headed to his car.  He asked me if the show bored
me and I politely said no.  We entered his vehicle, asked me
directions how to bring me home, and we were on our way.

I had to bring the topic up.  "About what you said in the restrooms last
Monday..."

He glanced at me.  "Yes?"

"I never got to answer your question.  It was better than what I
imagined."

He smiled a little bit.  "Thanks."

"You started stroking your penis at that moment and I saw you getting
bigger.  What do you call that?"

"It's called masturbation.  Boys and men who are sexually active do
it."

"I've never done it but since you showed me, I like doing it now."

"That was your first time to experience masturbating?"

"Yes."

He blushed a little.  "I didn't mean to do it in front of you.  I thought
boys your age do it already."

"Don't worry about it.  I liked watching you."

"You do?  Well, I liked that you were watching me too.  It was such a
turn on.  Do you always look at other people's cocks?"

"No, sir.  I don't know what it is about you but I just wanted to get a
glimpse of your penis.  Oh, we're here."

That was too quick of a trip.  I'm already home and I wanted to be
with him just a little more.  I was quickly thinking of things to say or do
to make him get in the house.

"Would you like to come in my house Mr. Rodriguez?"

"I really shouldn't.  Thank you for the offer, though."

"Well, I really liked our conversation.  I haven't been this open to
anybody, even to my closest friends.  I was wondering if you wanted
to continue talking inside."

"That's nice of you to ask but maybe some other time."

I wasn't going to give up this easily.  "Well, I saw you have a few
drinks during your short set.  I don't want anything to happen to you
so I'm prepared to make you coffee.  How do you like it?  Cream and
sugar?"

"You not going to let me go, are you?"  He chuckled.  "Coffee does
sound good right now.  You win.  I take it with cream and sugar."

I was delighted.  That was the moment that realized that I have a
talent in manipulation.  We went up the driveway and we strolled
through the front door.  I motioned to him to sit on the couch and
make himself at home as I rushed to the kitchen and started the
coffee maker.  Within 5 minutes I was on my way back to the living
room with his coffee.  Mr. Rodriguez was sitting in the middle of the
sofa just watching television.  I laid down his beverage on the end
table, went to the back of the sofa, put my hands on his shoulders
and started massaging him.

"That feels good," he said.

"Thanks.  I hope you're enjoying yourself."

"How could I not?  Tell me, have you ever been with another person
before, sexually?"

"No."

"Really?  You're a good-looking boy.  I'm surprised no one has
thrown themselves at you."

"I guess not."

He then grabbed my hands and slowly pulled them so that my mouth
was about two inches from the back of his neck.  I can feel him
examining my fingers.  He then slowly raised them and put my right
index finger in his mouth.  He started sucking it and played with it with
his tongue.  He pulled it out and said "Would you want to learn about
sex tonight?"

"Yes."  He told me to go around the sofa and sit right beside him.

I followed his instructions and sat to his left.  He started running his
fingers through my hair while the other hand was caressing my chest.
He then closed his eyes and kissed me in the mouth.  I opened my
lips and kissed him back.  His tongue went in my mouth and started
exploring every detail.  He started sucking all the fluids in my mouth
leaving me grasping for air at times.  His right hand slowly moved
away from my chest as started touching my penis.  I was really hard.
He started stroking it even though it was still inside my pants.

He pulled his mouth away and stood up.  He raised both my arms
and took my shirt off.  He then kneeled and started sucking on my
right nipple.  He alternated from using his tongue to play with it to
lightly nibbling it with his teeth.  This was a new and exhilarating
sensation for me.  When his right hand started to lightly pinch my left
nipple, I lost my mind.  I didn't want him to stop.

But he did.  He told me to lie down on the sofa.  I did.  He unbuckled
my belt and unbuttoned my pants.  He then took my shoes off, my
socks, and my pants, and finally my underwear.  I was naked in front
of him.  He complimented me on my smooth body and my rock hard
penis.  Before I can even say anything, he went down on his knees
and put my penis in his mouth.  It surprised me and I've never felt
anything as good as this before in my life.  His wet mouth going up
and down on my cock felt incredible.  While my cock is inside his
mouth, his tongue would circle around the head.  I was in ecstasy.
His left hand grabbed my balls and played with them while his right
hand went back up to pinch my left nipple.  I was squirming, not
because of pain, but because of total bliss.

He continued doing this for minutes.  I couldn't resist and I started
feeling the bulge in front of his pants.  He stopped sucking me at that
moment.

"Do you want to see it?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to touch it and suck it?"

"Yes."

He stood up and took his pants off.  There it was.  It was a nice, six
inch, fat, cut cock.  He was dangling it in front of my face.  My hands
slowly raised and I grabbed it.  It felt so good in my hands.  It was hot
and the head was already wet with gooey stuff.  My right hand started
stroking his cock while my left hand went down to cup his balls.  The
smell of his groin made me high.  He started moaning as I gripped his
cock harder and stroked it faster.

"Suck it."

I obeyed.  I opened my mouth and licked the gooey, transparent stuff.
It tasted so good.  I started sucking his piss hole to get all of it.  I then
tried to copy what he was doing a while ago -- I started circling my
tongue around the head of his dick.  I just started sucking his cock
when his left hand went to the back of my head and started pushing
and pulling it, giving me the rhythm that he liked.  As my head
bobbed, I stroked his cock.  This made him give out a long exhale.
As his moans got harder, I would suck his cock harder, I'd bob my
head and stroke it faster.  He grabbed my stroking hand and stopped
me.  I looked up, saw his sweaty baby face, and he said he didn't
want to cum yet.  Dumbfounded by what that meant, I stopped what I
did and apologized.  He chuckled a bit and said that there's nothing to
apologize for and that he just wanted to make this moment last a little
longer.  That I understood.

He told me to get on my knees on the sofa with my buttocks facing
him.  I obliged.  With his hands he parted my butt cheeks apart.  I
trembled a little because I didn't know what was going to happen.  He
said that everything will be all right and he told me to bend over
forward.  I did and it exposed my hole in all its glory.  He immersed
his face and started licking my boy hole with his tongue. As he was
doing this, he reached around and started stroking my cock.  His
tongue kept on going in circles around my hole and sometimes it
would penetrate it.  It would send me to ecstasy whenever his tongue
went inside my asshole.  He noticed that I was enjoying it more and
he started playing with my hole with his finger.  He'll occasionally spit
on it to lubricate my hole.  I was enjoying the whole thing.  He was
fingering my boy hole as he was jerking me off.

He stopped.  He lay down on the couch and told me that he wanted
to suck my dick as I sucked his.  He motioned that I get on top of him
and I did.  I lay on his hairy belly and was staring at his majestic, wet
cock.  He immediately started sucking my dick and jerking me off at
the same time.  It felt really good that I wanted him to feel the same.  I
grabbed his dick with my hand and began to stroke it.  I then put its
head inside my mouth and started sucking it.  It felt so good that my
whole body started to tense up.  I noticed that he was doing the
same.  His hand was stroking my dick faster and faster and I was
doing the same for him.  I took his cock out of my mouth to tell him
that it was ready to come out but he didn't stop sucking it.  I realized
that he wanted me to release all my boy juice into his mouth.  I
couldn't do anything else.  I wanted to give him the same pleasure as
he was giving me but my body was ready to discharge my white,
gooey stuff.

Then it happened.  I released all those fluids in his mouth while he
was sucking my cock.  The feeling was sensational.  I couldn't believe
that he swallowed every drop.  I noticed that he started stroking
himself so I put the head of his throbbing dick inside my mouth.  I was
sucking it while he jerked himself off.  He came inside my mouth and I
started to swallow every drop.  There was too much so I gagged a
little bit and let go of his cock.  There were three more streams of
cum that discharged from his piss hole.  I went ahead and cleaned
him by licking all the dripping cum that I saw.

We were both exhausted.  I repositioned myself so that both of us
can sit down on the couch.  He reached for his coffee and started
sipping it.  There was silence.  We were both enjoying the moment.
After a few minutes we both started getting dressed.  He kissed me
one more time and he left my house.  I think I'm going to enjoy going
to school a lot more, especially the upcoming three weeks.



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