Date: Mon, 8 Nov 2004 07:37:43 EST
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: The Piano Teacher by Justin Davis (M/t/b, mast,oral,anal)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between young males
and an older male. If material of this nature offends you then you should
not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in
most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
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The Piano Teacher
By
Justin Davis


The muted sounds of the chromatic scale filtered through the windows of
the red brick cottage out into the crisp afternoon air.  Inside the warm
cottage twelve-year-old Rusty Johnson was doing the usual warm up
exercises in time to the tick tick tick of the metronome as his piano
teacher, Mr. Jefferson, listened and looked on.

"Let's increase the tempo a bit," Mr. Jefferson said, and turned the dial
on the electric metronome up a notch.

Dutifully, the red headed twelve-year-old began to play the scales at the
faster pace, making an occasional mistake as he did so.  However, it was
a far cry from the mistakes he used to make.

"That's very good.  Only a few mistakes this time," Mr. Jefferson said to
the smiling boy once he had finished.

Carl Jefferson had been teaching piano for almost thirty years and had a
reputation of producing outstanding results.  In fact, most of his
students either placed very high in piano competitions or won them, the
judges always commenting on the emotionalism of their playing.

Of course, Carl's teaching methods were a little unorthodox, as the boys
found out once they go older.  Usually, like Rusty, it was at about the
age of ten that the students began to go on to more advanced pieces and
Carl began his unusual techniques of teaching them how to become more
emotional and less mechanical in their playing.  Consequently, Rusty
didn't even think it odd that the first thing he always had to do when he
arrived for his lesson was to strip naked.

Now, as Rusty played, the fact that his three-inch flaccid penis,
pecan-sized balls, and tuft of red pubes was openly displayed between his
thighs didn't bother Rusty.  After all, Mr. Jefferson had been sucking
his dick since he was ten as a reward for a good practice session.  Of
course, Rusty wasn't the only student rewarded that way.  Over time, Mr.
Jefferson would be the willing recipient of more than just a penis
twitching from a dry cum in his mouth as the boys got older and could
produce sperm.

Naturally, there were consequences for doing poorly, more than one boy
having had his bare thigh wracked with the ruler for not paying
attention, and heaven help the boy that didn't concentrate on the proper
arm weight or touch on the keys.

"I think we shall start with the "Polonaise" today," Mr. Jefferson said,
prompting Rusty to moan.

It was an especially emotional piece, and although Rusty had gotten very
good at playing it, Mr. Jefferson was almost impossible to satisfy.

"Begin here, if you please," Mr. Jefferson said, pointing at a spot on
the sheet music.

Obediently, Rusty began to play, Mr. Jefferson smiling as he did so.

"No! No! No!" the man soon exclaimed.  "More arm weight!  More arm
weight!  Lean with your body into the piano!" Mr. Jefferson said.

Rusty tried to do as he was told and there was a difference in the
sound.  Yet, it was not enough to satisfy his teacher.

"Stop! Stop!" Mr. Jefferson hollered.  "Look, you had this down perfectly
last time and the time before.  Have you been practicing it?" he asked.

"Uh, yes sir!" Rusty replied.

"Well, you've forgotten everything I showed you about this passage," Mr.
Jefferson said, running his hand over and entire page of the sheet
music.  "I'm afraid we are going to have to start at square one again,"
he added.

"Oh please!  Let me try it again!  I'll concentrate harder," Rusty begged
knowing full well what was about to happen.

"Fine!  One more time," Mr. Jefferson replied.

Again Rusty began to play the passage, this time with more feeling and
concentration, yet, the expression on his face showed that he himself
realized that it wasn't up to par or as good as he had done in the
previous two lessons.

"That's enough!  You've forgotten it!  You had the emotion now it's
gone!  Get off of the bench please," Mr. Jefferson said, prompting Rusty
to emit a loud groan.

Rusty rose from the bench and watched as Mr. Jefferson unbuckled his
slacks then stepped out of both them and his shorts, revealing a
circumcised, flaccid, five-inch penis and bush of salt and pepper pubes,
below which hung a set of almost lime-sized balls.  Then, Rusty moaned
again as the fifty year old man began to grease up his hardening penis
with the lube.

"Okay, I will do the pedal work as usual.  Now, come up here and sit
down," Mr. Jefferson said, having seated himself upon the piano bench.

Rusty sighed loudly, got between his teacher's legs, took hold of the now
hard, eight-inch penis, and proceeded to sit upon his teacher's lap, the
head popping into his rectum as he did so.

"Uh! Unnnghh!" Rusty exclaimed, as he impaled himself on the thick tube,
furrowing his brown and biting his lower lip as he lowered himself onto
his teacher's lap and the thick cock slid deeply into him.

"Are you ready now?" Mr. Jefferson asked, once Rusty's butt was seated on
his pubes.

"yesss," Rusty whimpered, knowing full well the mixture of pleasure and
agony he was going to receive as he played.

"Fine, begin here," Mr. Jefferson said, pointing to a spot on the sheet
music.

"Oh! Ah!" Rusty exclaimed softly as he began to play, his body motions as
he leaned into the keyboard making his butt glide up and down slightly
upon the thick tube in his rectum.

"More!  More arm weight!  Lean into the music!" Mr. Jefferson implored.

"Unh! Oh God!" Rusty exclaimed softly as he played, the thick penis
beginning to cause tingles and sending shock waves down to his toes.

As he played, Rusty's circumcised penis began to inflate to its full
four-inches.  From past experience he knew what would happen as the piece
progressed in tempo.  As it did so, Rusty would literally be riding the
man's thick cock and his own penis would began to leak pre-cum
profusely.  Then, his teacher would began to use his fingers to deftly
smear the sticky stuff over the head and begin to twirl the head with his
fingers like the tuning knob on a radio.

"Oh God! Uhhh!" Rusty exclaimed, his body shivering as Mr. Jefferson
began to use his fingers on the sensitive head.

On and on Rusty played, this time with the proper feeling.  Sweat began
to form on his brow, and breathed heavily as the rapidity of his body
motions, and his struggle to achieve the proper emotion, caused the fat
sausage to fuck his insides at the same time the man's fingers were
concentrating on the head of his penis.

"Yes! Yes! That's it!" Mr. Jefferson exclaimed approvingly, the boy's
motions causing the cum to begin to boil in his balls.

"Mmmm! Mmmmm!" Rusty moaned, as the shock waves got more powerful.

"Harder! More arm weight!" Mr. Jefferson insisted.

"Oh! Unnnnngggh!" Rusty exclaimed, his pecan-sized balls beginning to
tingle and his sperm load began to churn.

Finally, the piece came to its soft, mellow, conclusion.

"Wonderful!  You may release now!" Mr. Jefferson said.

"Immediately, Rusty started bouncing up and down rapidly on his teacher's
cock as the man started wanking his peter for him.

"Yes! Yes! Arrrrrrrggggghhh!" Mr. Jefferson soon exclaimed, and blew his
load into Rusty's butt.

"Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Yes! Yes!" Rusty cried out, as he shot sperm pellets
all over the keyboard then collapsed upon it, almost sobbing from the
ordeal when he had finished his cum.

Needless to say, Rusty went home after his lesson vowing to practice
twice as hard before next time, not wanting to have to ride Mr.
Jefferson's huge cock again any time soon.

The next student for the day was one of the most promising.  It was
fourteen year old Bobby Jones.  The blue-eyed, curly headed blonde was
far ahead of the other students in technique and the ability to impart
emotion into his music.  In fact, the young teen played so well, when he
sat on Mr. Jefferson's cock, that his teacher had given him a six-inch
dildo to use when he practiced at home.  Daily, the boy would insert it
into his rectum, pull his shorts back up, and head to the music room to
practice, the dildo up his butt the whole two hours he practiced.  As
well, the boy had phenomenal powers of concentration.

As Bobby entered the cottage and removed his clothes, Mr. Jefferson
smiled approvingly at the muscular development beginning to form on the
boy's abdomen.  That and the small, blonde, bush of pubes and the
circumcised, three-inch penis, and walnut sized balls were lovely sights
to behold.

"Okay, lets begin with your warm up scales and concentration exercises,"
Mr. Jefferson said, and got down between Bobby's legs once he was seated
upon the piano bench.  As usual, Bobby spread his legs wide as he did so.

"Just the regular ones or the chromatics too?" Bobby asked.

"Let's do both today," Mr. Jefferson replied.  "Are you ready?" he then
asked.

Bobby nodded his head that he was.

"You may begin," Mr. Jefferson said, and slurped Bobby's penis into his
mouth.

"Ahhhhh!" Bobby exclaimed, as he began to play the scales and his
teacher's tongue began to swirl over the head of his hardening penis.

Soon, Bobby's dick was rock hard and at its full six-inches and
occasionally he would gasp or shudder a little as his teacher sucked
away.  Yet, Bobby had learned to focus his concentration so that he could
go through the entire set of scales without blowing his load.  In fact,
he could so control things that he would only let himself go when the
last note was played, hollering loudly when he did, not that his piano
teacher didn't try to make him go before then.

"Oh no!  Ahhhhhh!  That's not fair!" Bobby exclaimed, and missed some
notes, as Mr. Jefferson concentrated applying his tongue all around the
underside of the head of Bobby's penis.

"Nonsense!  Now concentrate!" Mr. Jefferson replied, having taken his
mouth off of Bobby's dick.

"Uh! Oh God!" Bobby exclaimed, his body trembling from a huge shock wave
of pleasure as Mr. Jefferson went back to work again with his mouth.

For fifteen minutes, Bobby ran through the scales and beads of sweat
began to drip form his temples.  As for Mr. Jefferson, time and again he
swallowed huge gushes of the boy's sweet pre-cum as Bobby strained to
concentrate on what he was doing.

"That's enough!  Let me hear the ending of the fugue now.  You may
release at the end," his teacher said, and waited for Bobby to begin
before he went back to work on the boy's penis.

Bobby played the ending passage brilliantly, although the strain showed
in his face.  His mouth began to sag open and sweat began to pour down
his temples, both from the difficulty of the piece and the fact that his
balls felt like they were going to explode any second.  Finally, he
reached the end.

"Yes! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!  Shit!" He hollered loudly, and began to blow his
pent-up load of hot, teen, sperm.

The first blast hit Mr. Jefferson in the back of the throat.  That was
followed by three more just a ferocious.  Then, it was smaller spurts and
dribbles as Bobby finished cumming, his head reared back and holding on
to the sides of the piano bench with his hands as he did so.

"That was wonderful, Bobby!  You played that better than ever.  I should
think we need to start with the Chopin now," Mr. Jefferson said, getting
up off of his knees and grabbing a tissue from the box nearby and wiping
the cum residue from his mouth.

"Oh please!  I haven't practiced that enough yet!  You know to get the
proper volume and attack you want I have to literally bounce up and down
on the piano bench," Bobby whined.

"Yes, I know," Mr. Jefferson said, and smiled, causing Bobby to moan.

Sure enough, Bobby played the Chopin, his teacher's cock all the way up
his butt, and he grimaced as he played through the tough passages that
literally forced him to bounce up and down on the thick tube and fuck
himself with it.

Again and again he repeated the passages, at Mr. Jefferson's command, his
tongue almost lolling out from the repeated fucking of his bottom.  Then,
when he felt the warmth gush into his rectum he sighed.  Mr. Jefferson
was filling him with his sperm and he wouldn't have to repeat the passage
again.

Afterward, the two did a duet on the dual Steinways and Mr. Jefferson
smiled the whole time.  Bobby was good, very good, and he wondered if
Bobby, like so many of his award winning students had, would eagerly suck
his cock and swallow his load in appreciation for the recent honors they
had won.

The last student of the day was ten year old Ricky Ellis.  Mr. Jefferson
couldn't help but smile once the spidery imp had stripped.  Ricky's
uncircumcised three-inch penis was always rock hard, and would stay that
way during the whole lesson, in anticipation of his reward at the end of
a good lesson.

Ricky played his warm up scales almost flawlessly and it was the same for
the Bach piece they were working on, although they did have to work on
one particular section several times.

"Wonderful lesson, Ricky!" Mr. Jefferson said, when they had finally
finished.  "I guess you're ready for your reward?" he then asked and
smiled.

"Oh yes sir!" Ricky answered excitedly, and ran to the couch and pulled
back his legs and waited.

Soon, it was not the sounds from the Steinway that filled the room.  It
was the soprano wails of delight as Mr. Jefferson first ate his hole then
swooped the marble-sized balls and three-inch peter into his mouth and
siphoned them until Ricky squealed and had his dry cum.

Next week, it would be time for Ricky to progress to more emotional
pieces, Mr. Jefferson thought, after the boy had gone.  Of course, it
would be rough going at first.  Like Rusty before him, tears would
probably flood down Ricky's cheeks as he strained to accept the huge cock
into his bottom the first time.  Yet, Mr. Jefferson knew that Ricky, as
other boys before him had, would soon get used to it and began to play
with the emotion that would win him numerous honors.

The End