Piano Lesson

Kevin was my piano teacher. He was in his late twenties and wanted to be a
professional musician but needed to make a little money on the side. So
every Thursday afternoon he would come to my house and teach me how to make
music.

He had dark brown hair which these piercing green eyes. And his hands! They
were so beautiful, soft and graceful, yet so sturdy. I think that's the
reason I didn't quit piano even though I was a sophomore in high school. I
loved to look at his hands.

And the rest of his body. Last week, he came dressed in a tight pair of
dark jeans which fitted him so well. Tight enough to catch a glimpse of his
full package before he sat down at my piano. At he was wearing this thick
white wool sweater that I could barely resting resting my head on his
shoulder.

"Man, its cold out there today. Can you believe this weather so early in
the season," he said as he hurried into my house. "So you parents'll be in
France till next week?"

"Yup, got the house all to myself."

"You gonna have some wild parties, heh?" he nudged me, smiling. I took his
coat and hung it in the closet and we walked into the next room.

We sat down at my bench and I started our warm-up routine: scales. By now,
I don't have to think about what I'm doing and so we talked. We talked
about the weather, about school, about how he has this audition for a label
in two weeks. I got so caught up his eyes that I made a stupid mistake and
hit two notes at the same time.

"Hey, no jacking off there, buddy."

I blushed.

Then he started talking about his girlfriend and how she's being a real
pain in the ass. We've known each other so long we are almost friends. We
talk about stuff all the time. And so he was telling about Karen and how
she never wants to have sex, only he doesn't say that, he just implies
it. They just got in a big fight and he doesn't really wanna go back
home. I nod, pretending I understand.

"You could stay here. We could have an all-nighter -- piano lesson."

"You sure? That won't be weird? Cause if you mean it, I might take you up
on it."

"Of course, it'll be real cool."

"Great" and we finished the piano lesson without a hitch, except for that I
didn't practice.

He treated me to pizza as a thank you and then he asked if he could take a
shower. I obliged, of course and he took off in a hurry. I followed him
upstairs and went into my room from where I could hear the shower running.
I was thinking about him soaping his firm chest, scrubbing under his
armpits, moving down to his firm stomach following the trail of hair. He
must be soaping his heavy balls, cleaning every nook and cranny. And I was
thinking of how I would love to be soaping his cock for him, feeling his
manhood against me. And of course I sprung a giant erection as this filthy
thought about this guy fifteen years older than me, my fucking piano
teacher.

I must have been lost in my own fantasy cause I didn't even hear the shower
turn off, or see Kevin walk into my room with a hand towel covering the
forbidden place about which I had been dreaming. He was even more sexy in
person. He smiled an embarrassed smile, sort of apologetic.

"I couldn't find any normal towels."

"Here, I'll get em for you."

I tried to hide my boner but it was impossible. I'm sure he saw. We walked
back into the bathroom and I saw his firm wet ass as he walked in front of
me. I got him a normal sized towel and he thanked me and then followed me
so he could get the change of clothes I'd set out for them. He toweled off
right in front of me taking special care to dry that gorgeous cock so that
I could see. Five inches when soft and cut and he had these low hanging
balls that I hungered for. After he had sufficiently tortured me, he put on
my shorts and shirt, which were a little too small on him. The tight short
hugged his ass and his muscular thighs. The shirt was too short on him and
there was a gap in between the shirt and the shorts and your could see a
glimpse of his washboard abs.

"Well, I wouldn't feel right about this if we didn't practice even a little
piano."

We went downstairs and we sat down in front of the piano. I started to play
the usual and he put his hand on mine, stopping my play.

"I saw you looking at me before. Is there something you want to talk about,
cause I'm here for you."

"No," I looked down ashamed.

He touched my face and turned me towards him. "I'm here for you." He kissed
me softly, brushing his lips against mine. "Shhh" he whispered before I
could say anything and he began to kiss my neck, his slight stubble
tickling my neck. He came back up to my lips and pressed a little harder
this time, opening his mouth. Even his tongue was graceful as it danced
around the inside of my mouth.

He lifted off the tight T-shirt, trying to keep his mouth near mine. I
reached out and touched his chest gingerly as he sucked on my lower
lip. His hand reached over into my lap and rested on my crotch. I think he
was testing me but I just kissed him harder, my hand reaching out to the
back of his head.

He reached his hands down my pants, just cupping my balls, feeling their
warmth. He started rubbing my throbbing teen dick, circling the circumcised
head.

"Is this okay?"

I just smiled.

I took a little more control, remembering how much I wanted to taste his
meat. I moved my head down kissing his chest. My tongue circled his
nipples, nibbling on them cause I heard that that's what guys like. I got
of the bench and positioned my mouth in front of the bulging spot in his
shorts. He pushed them down and sprung to attention. Calling my hungry
mouth.

I answered. I licked his head tasting his precum. Swirling my tongue around
his hot throbbing shaft. I slowly moved my way down until I could get us
much of him in my mouth as possible and then slid back up. I put a little
more pressure with my lips this time and slid down even more, this time
getting the whole thing to fit in my mouth. His pubes tickled my nose. I
pulled back out and this time started to establish a rhythm. My mouth
pumped his thick cock for several strokes, feeling were the head hit the
back of my throat, my tongue sliding over the bulging veins. He began to
pump my face lifting his hips of the bench and really filling my mouth. He
stopped though and lifted my head away from his crotch.

"Not yet, baby," he said.

That turned me on, I would have done anything for him at that point.

"You want me to fuck you? It's up to you."

"Yeah, please."

He slid my pants down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. He took my
underwear off his mouth hovering close to my hard as hell cock. He gave the
head a kiss and then turned me around and bent me over the side of the
piano. He placed his face in the crack of my ass and his kisses warmed my
ass. He tongue circled the hold and then stabbed the bullseye, pushing its
way into me. He sucked the rim and really feasted on my virgin ass.

He sucked his index finger and placed it at the threshold, pushing it in. I
tensed up and he waiting before slowly sliding it in. He worked it around,
kissing my cheeks and telling me how good I was doing. He asked me if I was
ready for another and he added another of his fingers, letting me adjust. I
got used to the feeling and began to enjoy it. He knew it was time when I
started pushing back against his hand.

"That's my boy."

He took his cock and lined it up with my begging hole. With one hand on his
meat and the other on my hip, he slowly inserted the steaming head. He
began pushing it in, letting out a soft moan of satisfaction as my tight
ass closed around him.

"I need you Kevin." I whispered softly.

He rubbed my back and my chest and began to push in me farther. Deep as he
could go, he pulled out and then went back in for more. My asshole greedily
ate him up, always wanting more. He pounded into me, reaching around me and
rubbing my cock.

"That's it baby, your doing great."

After a few minutes of this blissful lesson, he jerked a little and let go
inside me. Pouring hot cum in my ass. He ground my backside making sure all
of his seed was in me. He pulled out with a pop. He kissed the back of my
neck and with that I couldn't stand it any longer and I came all over the
ivories. He dabbed his finger in my mess and put it in his mouth. Then he
led me into my parents room and I fell asleep in his strong arms.