Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2006 23:34:52 +0100 (BST)
From: kick barber <kickbarber@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Jim Meets a New Student (M/t/, first time, oral, hair, s.m.)

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This story is a mirror story of Jamie's hair affair and Shy Steven B.

Jim, not only piano teaching. Part FOUR

JIM MEETS A NEW STUDENT

I am Jim, a piano teacher.
I am 22, strong blond hair, blue eyes and muscular
build.
I finished the college of music as piano teacher.
I had a wild youth and experienced all joys of sex in the big city.
I started doing it with boys at seven, a 14 yr old neighbor boy who
needed me every day.
I'd been willing to have sex since then with a lot of boys and men.
My looks as a child made many men tremble and I had a keen eye
for serving them.
I  was never short of money because all the loving uncles I met.
Now I moved to a tiny little village to work as a piano teacher.
I took over some of the students of my aunt.
She went abroad for a long trip.
Not only students she let me to care for, but also her beautiful house,
dog and garden.
I didn't expect so many little hot students in that tiny village
But it surely was a horny first week.
Being keen on little handsome hair boys I was treated by three little devils
who  fulfilled my hottest dreams.
My aunt was a very professional piano teacher who must have had many
people applying for being a piano student with her.
Every day a couple of phone calls made inquiries for places for new students.
Although being well served by some horny students already
I didn't expect much more hot students to come.
I denied all the applications were it was not a boy between 7 and 14.
Then I asked the boy to come and I could judge them if they were
good enough for my teaching. (you know what teaching I meant!)
I let the judging to my rod and picked out some new hot little twinks.
The others ended on the waiting list.
But at one boy, Darell, my cock did not only respond swelling, it almost
jumped out of my pants.
Darell was a blond boy, with a 70-ies haircut.
Thick blond hair on top, all over the forehead ending on the eyebrows,
covering curly his ears, curling in his neck, just till the shoulders.
Side bangs curling up the cheeks.
Hair suitable to bury all your hands in and push it around.
Dreaming blue eyes looking as faithful and expecting as a dog,
lips slightly open white teeth.
Anyhow, a boy to fall in love with.
Darell agreed to come the very same week, after I managed to arrange that time
that the mother had to go to her bridge friends.
I'm getting smart in 'arrangements' like that!
Although it was an evening time the mother agreed me bringing the boy home
whenever it was to late to be out on his own.
(I didn't want him to walk home as well so I could keep him for myself.
After all I saw him as a walking ripe fruit, ready and pleading to be picked)
Fatherless homes always are keen on men helping the poor always busy mothers.

The first night Darell came I had troubles keeping my pants in shape.
The photo session with the hot Floris that day had left my dick still in a exciting state.
I welcomed the boy at the door after the last student had left.
He was charming shy, I almost had to push him inside,
which gave me an opportunity to have my hands already on some spots.
It was clear that Darell wasn't used to such erotic touching, he didn't react
like my hot students who answer such grips with similar games.
He let it happen, what is okay with me too.
Being a 12 year old I was curious to know if he already made semen.
How to find out.
The boy was totally passive, everything I told he did, but I was difficult to get
some excitement, to get him wrestling, to have an excuse to tickle, to comfort
a sad mood stroking his blond thick hair.
While something in my pants was jumping up and down he didn't give any
opportunity to start a seducing game.
What happened to my experience?
Even when I readjusted the piano stool, so I could sit with my spread legs behind
the boy,  he didn't came closer like other students.
I crept closer to the boy to help with my fingers on the keyboard, pushing my hips
to his butt  more and more firmly.
He must have felt my rod pressing his butt, but didn't seem experienced with that feeling.
With my nose close to his boyish smelling hair I almost busted in my pants.
Sometimes I can wait another opportunity, but this boy was so beautiful and
I was so hot, I had to find a way.

Darrell was a slow learner, not really a fast student.
I had to tell the same thing a couple times before he made the right movements.
After 10 of such moments I started jokily threatening to beat him.
Although Darrell reacted somehow shocked in disbelieve, I noticed
sparkling eyes.
So we started the game do you dare it or not?
And: what do you bet.
It didn't take long before the first mistake was there.
I said I was starting the punishing and beat the boy on his butt.
A little harder then a joke beating to start with...
I told that I won the dare and the bet, but Darrell didn't agree.
I didn't beat him really, he said cause his father used to beat different.
Really beating was without pants, he said and he dared me again.
His eyes laughing at my face, he was gonna win the dare!
This was my chance! I ripped his pants down and laid the boy over my lap.
The butt was as beautiful as the whole boy.
Darrell dared again. You don't dare to beat me!
Don't say such a thing to a hot piano teacher.
I beat the butt hard, showing hot prints of my warm hands.
It was clear it made fun to the boy.
He giggled, wiggled and didn't try to escape.
When I asked if I had won the bet, he kept on denying it.
 So I kept on trying to win by changing the colors of his butt.
You lost, you lost was all the laughing boy could scream.
I felt now a growing little dick rolling over my lap too and I knew:
I was the winner for sure!
I changed the piano stool for a comfortable seat carrying the
struggling boy under my arms.
He tried to escape but didn't make a lot of effort.
He still denied his defeat so I had to continue the punishment.
He struggled to get away and I told him I had to restraint him!
I took my leather belt of my pants and secured the struggling boy to the seat.
Now he was sitting with his front pointed at me.
He still repeated he won again the dare because I couldn't beat
him anymore on his butt now.
I agreed I couldn't get my hands on his butt anymore but I knew an other
spot to win the dare. Like your prick I said.
Again Darrell laughed and said I was gonna loose the bet.
I took his beautiful little prick in my hands and made a soft beating
movement, uncovering the top of the prick in the same movement.
I dare to touch your balls as well.
Again Darrell denied it so strongly that I was sure he wanted me to
massage his balls in my fingers as soon as possible.
Now my pants felt down, due to the lack of the belt.
Full amazement Darrell looked at my prick (I never wear undies)
Fondling his prick and balls I started my own dare game.
I said I won all the dares, so it was my turn to dare Darrell.
I dared him to touch my prick as well.
He took it with two hands and I took his, jagging it.
The boy was a fast learning sex student, cause he imitated the
same movements with my prick.
I took his prick in my mouth but the boy tried to retract.
Being firmly bound with chest and upper arms to the chair
there was no way to escape.
My tongue played the tip of his dick and the boy gladly
gave in, not used to that feeling of joy.
The thought of his red butt made me hotter then ever.
I told him I still won the dare, he only won once.
His next dare was to take my prick in his mouth.
Darrell protested, but I couldn't afford longer waiting and
start holding his head ready to push my rod in his mouth.
He tried to stop it, but my prick went over his mouth trying to
find a hole to creep through.
It took simply to pinch his nose to open the sensual lips for my rod.
His tongue fought my prick, making it hotter and more
determent to go in.
When it was all in I released the nose and let my hands enjoy the
great mop of blond hair.
Stroking it, pushing it all ways, makes me hotter then ever.
The boy struggled with the prick and started crying.
I told him he was a champ cock sucker, the best I ever had.
It didn't changed his mood I guessed and when my load entered his
throat it didn't improve either.
He tried to swallow my load, but the dripping along his cheeks
combined with the tears.
I licked the salty tears and sperm and said it was the best drink ever.
I won the bet. Or did he want to dare me to drink his sperm too?
He laughed already between his tears and said without hesitating
that he loved to be sucked like that too.
I released the boy and start licking his prick, balls and little red hole.
He enjoyed it and seemed to have forgotten his forced sex I
made by fucking his mouth just before.
Taking his balls and prick in my mouth I started the sucking
faster and faster seeing the boy enjoying it.
It didn't take long for his first hot shot to enter my mouth.
Like all young boys juices it taste better then the best Champaign.
He slipped almost to floor, changing his behavior to the slow boy
I met that evening the first time.
I readjust his wild hair back to the smooth seventies style, with a prick
moving up again a little.
He didn't look like the willing sex boy I just deflowered.
I asked if he would another lesson come next week again, he
slowly looked up and said: over one week? Can't I come tomorrow?
I promised him he could come whenever he wanted.
He asked if we could play another dare game.
Next time he wanted his butt to be involved again.
I couldn't agree less.
When I dropped him in his empty house he kissed me with
tears in his eyes  and said he was never so happy as today.
We agreed to keep our happiness as our great secret and do it
Over and over again.
A big smile shined through the tears and another happy boy
went that night to sleep.
I bet his rod was as firm as that night before.
I had to adjust my schedules to make room for all the students that
want to be taught in more then piano playing.
Soon some of the hot boys were due to do some gardening.
To harvest. To plough. To sew: to screw!

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