Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2023 21:03:54 -0700 From: George Brown Subject: Band Teacher (adult-youth) As a high school student, I was short, nerdy and introverted. I studied hard, got good grades, always did the right thing. If I were in a high school comedy film, I wouldn't have been a jock or a popular kid; I would have been a band nerd. I had played trumpet since I was in 5th grade. And although I wasn't particularly gifted or passionate, it was part of my high school identity. The band teacher was named Mr. Gerassi. He was probably mid-40s. He was married to an unhappy looking woman and had three young sons. He had dark hair that was thick but receding and turning gray above the ears. He wore a thick mustache. He had a huge gut that protruded from his middle. He always wore dress shirts, beneath which I could see the outlines of an undershirt and of his sharp nipples. On the occasions when he'd wear a polo, I could see thick black-gray fur peeking up from under his collar. As a freshmen, I felt something between dislike and indifference towards him. But a few odd things happened over the years that impacted my feelings. A few times, while at the urinal in the boy's restroom, Mr. Gerassi sidled up next to me and began peeing. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he would stand a bit back from the urinal and stand with his hands on his hips. He would let out a moan of relief and engage me in conversation. Embarrassed, I would give terse answers before getting out of there as fast as possible. Maybe because of these bathroom encounters or because of his habit of winking at me coyly, Mr. Gerassi began to creep into my masturbation fantasies. I did not understand this because on some level he repulsed me--he was so fat, he was my teacher. But those same things turned me on. It was my senior year. I had just turned 18. It was winter so dusk was setting in shortly after the end of the school day. Once every marking period, each band student had to prepare a series of exercises out of a workbook--scales, arpeggios, etc.--and sign up for a time slot during lunch or after school to perform them for Mr. Gerassi for a grade. On this day, I signed up for the last time slot of the day and used the time leading up in order to practice my exercises in one of the band room's rehearsal spaces. Mr. Gerassi was working alone in his office, which was situated on the opposite end of the band room. No one else was there. When my time came, Mr. Gerassi called me into his office. He closed the door. I set my workbook on the music stand that was ready in the middle of the office. Mr. Gerassi stood behind me so he could read the music over my shoulder. I played the first exercise. He had no comments so I moved onto the second. Midway, Mr. Gerassi interrupted me. He reached an arm over my shoulder to gesture at the notes on the page while he sang the melody. "Play it again," he instructed. As I played, I felt his belly press lightly against my back. I continued playing and took a small step forward to maintain my personal space. As soon as I had, I felt his belly again. When I finished the exercise, Mr. Gerassi gave me more feedback. As he gestured at the notes on the page with his right arm, I felt his left hand on my hip, gently pulling me back into him. I froze. My heat started pounding. As he continued talking, I felt him press harder into my back side. His hand gripped my hip more firmly. "Play it again," he instructed. I was shaking. I hadn't processed a thing he had said. All I could focus on was his hand on my hip and his belly pressed into my back. I tried to play. But all that came out was musical gibberish. Mr. Gerassi sighed. "Wait here," he said. I stood trembling. He left his office, crossed the band room, locked the door and turned out the lights. His office now floated in darkness. He returned, closing the office door behind him. Suddenly I felt very alone with him. "Now begin again," he instructed as he took his position behind me. I took a deep, shaky breath. I felt his hand and his belly again. As I started playing clumsily, I felt him gently against my buttocks. "That's good," he said. I continued to feel his thickness as I struggled to play. He gripped both of my hips and grinded himself back and forth against my butt. I finished the exercise and waited. His cock was now fully hard and he grinded against my crack. He held my hips firmly and pulled me into cock. "Mmmm," he moaned. I could smell his musty cock through his pants. I was fully hard in my own pants. He reached around and unbuckled my pants which dropped to my ankles. He lowered my boxers exposing my erection. I was frozen with the trumpet inches from my lips as if I were just taking a brief break. He felt the curve of my exposed butt. "Mmmmm," he moaned. I felt him holding one cheek and his thumb on my hole. I gasped. "Shhhh," he commanded. "Just breathe." He pushed harder against my hole. "Push against my thumb," he commanded. I pushed as if going to the bathroom and felt his thumb enter the rim of my hole. I yelped. It hurt. "Keep breathing," he said. He slowly pushed his thumb inside me as I pushed out as he instructed. He pulled out and pushed back in. I relaxed into his thumb. "You're opening up for me," he said. He pulled out and walked over to his desk. "Come," he said. I waddled over with my pants at my ankles. "Take those off," he said and took my trumpet. "Take your shirt off too." He took a tube of hand lotion out of a drawer and resumed his position behind me. "Bend over," he said. I felt exposed as I was fully naked and he was fully clothed. I held the desk and lowered my torso, sticking my hole out towards him. I felt his thumb inside me again, this time more smoothly. And then another finger. And then another. I felt poked and prodded and stretched open. He abruptly pulled out. He picked my underwear off the the floor and wiped his hands. I watched as he unbuttoned and removed his shirt, unbuckled and lowered his pants. He was now wearing only his undershirt and boxers. Thick fur poked out of his collar and covered his arms. I could see the outlines of cock through his shorts. I could smell it more intensely. "Come here," he said. He pulled his cock out over the waistband. He was thick and shaped like a snake. A thick vein bulged out the top and ran from the base to the tip of the foreskin which almost completely covered the purple head. His smell was more intense and I could see fluid leaking from the slit. His balls were two hard boiled eggs. He put a hand on my shoulder and guided me to my knees. I had never seen another man's erection and I was frightened. The smell was so strong and almost made me gag. He took my head and pulled me towards his monster. I took him in my mouth. I held him on my tongue. I felt him get harder as he slid back and then slid deeper in my mouth. He moaned. I looked up but could only see his belly. He held the back of my head and worked deeper into my mouth. He pulled out and bent over and lifted me to my feet. He slathered lotion on his monster. He grabbed my hips to twirl me around so I was facing the desk again. "Bend over," he said. I lowered down the way I had before. "I'm going to make you a man," he said. I felt the tip of his monster against my hole the way I had felt his thumb. "Push against me," he said as he pushed against my hole. I did and felt myself open up like butter. "Yes," he said as he continued entering me more deeply. He entered me completely and effortlessly until his heavy balls rested against my own. "Yes, son. I'm inside of you," he said. "You're mine." He pulled back and gently thrust again. "You're mine." I felt that my body had transformed itself into a vessel to be filled by him. I felt that I was his and I wanted nothing else. He gave me a sensation that I had never felt before. I melted into a puddle and he disappeared inside me. I wanted him to enter me completely. "When I give you my sperm, you're mine forever," he whispered. He pumped harder, grunted, and after a final thrust, his body tensed and spasmed before tensing and spasming again. His body heaved with each heavy breath. His monster still pulsed inside me. My legs were still trembling. I truly felt like I was his even after he pulled out of me. It was 5 o'clock and dark now. I would be late getting home. I hadn't finished the exercises for Mr. Gerassi and would need to come back another day to perform them.