MUSIC LESSONS
By John Candu
too_hot_in_bama@hotmail.com

I practice cello at least two hours a day during the week and five to
ten hours during a typical weekend.  Despite my full load of high school
subjects, I exert myself tremendously toward this discipline in order to
win a music scholarship.  Otherwise, it may be impossible to attend a
really good school after graduating next year.  Unfortunately, I've
reached a plateau -- a long, stale stretch of no-growth.  A few weeks
ago I noticed that I was making the same mistakes repeatedly, ingraining
error more deeply with each practice session.  I felt I could not
overcome the problem without help.  I went to Mr. Hennessy, the music
teacher, for private lessons.

Hennessy is 30 years old, about 6-ft. tall with thick, curly black
hair.  He is a handsome man with clear, white skin, and I've often
fantasized about him while beating my meat.  My fantasies center on
sucking his magnificent cock and then having him pound my hole and cum
in me time after time all night long.  The idea of such a small, thin
person as myself taking on such a big man is indescribably erotic.

Unfortunately, I never tried to flirt with Hennessy -- I felt certain
that he was straight.  Yet, the way he often looked me over in class....

I tried to push these thoughts away during my first private session.  We
were locked in his office for the hour, sitting there knee-to-knee as we
played a measure over and over.  Hennessy would stop, place a finger of
my left hand on the correct string, and have me replay a note or two
over and over until I got it right.  

As he would lean over, he'd part his legs even more to let his own cello
rest against his body for a moment.  I noticed that he was getting an
erection.  After a few moments of his placing my hand and listening and
encouraging, he patted my left leg and said, "Now you've got it!  You
might want to practice those measures a couple of hundred times to make
sure you master it before our next lesson. Don't get frustrated if you
have a slip-up -- your hands will begin to remember how to do it
automatically." 

His hand stayed in place on my leg as he said this, and I felt my cock
stir.  I could see the clear outline of his dick straining against his
pants leg.

Hennessy got up, sat aside his cello and stepped to his desk to find
another piece of music, one that many schools use for auditions.  He
walked behind me and placed it on the aluminum stand, then kneeled
beside me.

"Now this one requires fast fingering, and it's difficult.  But you'd do
well to master and memorize it," he said, letting his hand fall halfway
up my thigh.  My cock throbbed at his touch.  He pointed at the sheet
and said something else, but I wasn't listening.  His hand was moving
back and forth on my inner thigh, and then straying to within
millimeters of my hard cockhead.

"You're a bright, beautiful young man," he said. "I guarantee you that
you'll be a fine musician."  His wrist moved over my cock and I felt it
surge involuntarily.  He pulled his hand back and grasped my meat. 
"Mmmm, you're hard -- and big," he said.  He began jacking my meat as it
pressed against my garment.  Hennessy unzipped my pants and I let him
take it out.  I lowered the cello to the floor.  His big mouth swallowed
me whole.  I'm at least 7 inches hard, but Hennessy is not new to this.

Although we were safely locked in his office, his window blinds were
open.  If someone had walked past, they could have seen our lovemaking
clearly.  The risk made me harder.

Hennessy was "loving" my dick, swirling his tongue slowly around the
head and then plunging till he had the whole thing down, then rising
until just the very tip was in his mouth, then plunging down again.  I
scooted forward on the wood chair and he sucked my balls into his mouth
as he jacked me.  He unbuckled my pants and pulled them down, then put
my legs over his shoulders.  He stuck his tongue into my hole.  Oh what
a delightful pleasure!!  His tongue probed deeply as he jacked my cock,
and then he lapped his tongue from the beginning of my crack all the way
to the tip of my dick.  After a few moments of this, I was almost crying
at the pleasure.  Again he swallowed my dick, clamping his lips on it
tightly, and bobbed his head up and down quickly.  Each downward motion
ended with a strong sucking, upward pull that brought me to the edge in
moments.  He remained steady, and I continued to fight the orgasm to
prolong the pleasure, but finally I lost control.  I came like I've
never cum before -- I gushed into the man's mouth.  Hennessy, with his
eyes closed, my dick buried to the root, moaned as he swallowed.  When I
finished, he sucked a little more until there was no cum left.

He looked up and smiled.  "You're so good -- and you taste sweet."

He got up and his tent was enormous.  Before he could step back to his
seat, I grabbed his dick and fondled it.  

Hennessy stopped with a look of surprise.  I unzipped his pants.  With
some difficulty I pulled out his massive cock.  It was as thick as a
Coke can!  Cut, and perhaps ten inches.  

"Oh, I can never handle that much cock," I said as much to myself as to
Hennessy.

Even so, I leaned forward and tongued his head.  His head alone was as
big as a lemon!!  Hennessy was leaking pre-cum that flowed as thickly as
a regular ejaculation for most guys.  All I could do was lick at it and
jack it -- I could not get it into my mouth.  I got down on my knees and
grabbed the shaft with both hands and pumped as I tongued the head all
over.

"You're doing fine!" he gasped. "That's wonderful -- don't stop!"

What he seemed to like the most was my tongue beneath his head.  I ran
the flat of my tongue back and forth and jacked his huge member for
several minutes.

"Better move! I'm gonna cum!"

He tried to nudge me away, but I resisted and kept my mouth in place. 
He came like a fire hose.  I had no choice but to move aside after the
first blast filled and overflowed my mouth.  As I swallowed, he
continued to spurt jism over my shoulder.  I put my mouth back as the
last dribbles flowed out.  I sucked it till it went soft.

Hennessy put his meat away and sat down.  

"That's all the time I have for today's lesson.  But you're a very
special student, and I give you my personal guarantee that you will get
a scholarship."

From that day forward, we have made wonderful music together.