Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 08:23:34 -0400
From: Reprobate <rprob8@hotmail.com>
Subject: I Seduced My Piano Teacher

I Seduced My Piano Teacher
by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com)

When I was 12, I had wanted my parents to sign me up for piano lessons and
invest in a piano for our home.  A couple years earlier my older brother
had convinced them to buy him a guitar and pay for a series of guitar
lessons, but when they complied, he never picked the darned thing up to
dust it off let alone learn how to play it.  So my parents filed my request
as a repeat of my brothers ... just with a piano.

When they refused, I decided to take part of my allowance each week and pay
for the lessons on my own.  Then I got permission from my school to use the
piano in the Kindergarden classroom to practice on after school each day.
I also knew of a piano teacher a few blocks from where I lived.  I stopped
in there one day on my way home from school, explained my situation and
asked if he could teach me.  Since I wasn't looking for "official" testing
or teaching, but merely wanted to learn for my own pleasure, he agreed to
give me the lessons and charged me less than my whole allowance.  I had the
allowance each week for doing chores around the house, but it wasn't a lot
of money even in those days.

At the time this happened, I was just starting my weight lifting at a
neighbors house.  I had started jacking off regular when I was 11 and was
in the midst of puberty by the time I was 12.  I had not reached my full
height of 6' yet, but I was taller than most 12 year olds, and I had
started sprouting hair all over my body that year.  So much hair had grown,
in fact, that the kids I knew started referring to me as "gorilla boy" and
"ape man".  I even had to start shaving about once a week then, a full year
sooner than my brother who is 3 years older.  The weight training caused me
to develop a pretty good display of muscles in a relatively short period of
time.  But I still maintained that layer of youthful smoothness that masked
the definition of my developing muscles.

Soon after school started, I was in Grade 7 that year, I began my piano
lessons.  I was in the school and church choirs, so I had the benefit of
already knowing how to read music.  Each week I was earning the praise of
my piano teacher.  He said he could not get over how easy I was to teach
and how eager I was to learn.  I progressed quickly through each of the
piano "grade book" lessons.  The teacher, within a few months, started
trying to talk me into taking "official" testing, that one day I could
maybe progress to being a concert pianist with the talent I displayed.  I
never brought the subject of piano lessons up to my parents again after
they said no the first time.  So I told my teacher I could not afford the
official classes and testing on my own ... and besides, the official
testing was done in the city an hours drive from my home.  So even if I
could afford the cost, I had no way of travelling for my tests.  I did not
want to ever teach music and, although I didn't know what I wanted to be
later in life, I knew I did not want to be a concert pianist.  I just
wanted to play well enough so I could play the Beatles songs that were
becoming popular in those days.

So my lessons continued.  I had quickly progressed through the first four
grades and by mid-winter I was into the fifth grade book.  By this time I
was able to play with both hands very well and in the fifth grade book we
learned how to play classical music.  This was challenging for me so I
slowed down to a more normal learning curve.

During the months of my lessons, I found myself experiencing a growing
attraction to my piano teacher.  He was single and I guess now he would
have been in his mid-twenties.  He was about my height ... 5'7" or so,
medium build and always wore the tight pants that were popular in the day.
But what attracted me most, I think, is that he was a "grown up".  I had
been having sex with friends for more than a year at this point.  I had
begun feeling that I wanted to experience sex with a guy that was an adult.
I felt if sex with relatively inexperienced guys my own age was good, then
sex with a grown man had to be better.

One winter day, when I left school, there were huge wet flakes of snow
falling and within a couple blocks I was soaked right through.  And then
about half way through my one mile walk, a cold front must have rushed in
because it turned into a regular blizzard and the temperatures plummeted.
By the time I got to the piano teachers house, my clothes had started
freezing stiff.  As soon as I stepped into his house, my clothes started to
thaw and he could see I was soaked right through to the skin.  He ordered
me to take off all my clothes while he went to find a blanket I could wrap
myself up in.  He came back and I was still trying to get my clothes off,
so he sat at the piano and started playing one of my favorite pieces
... The Warsaw Concerto.  He could play it from memory and that impressed
me a lot.  I finally got all my clothes off and was wrapped in the blanket
when I told him I had finished.  He gathered up the wet clothes and threw
them in his clothes drier and set my boots on the open door of his oven in
the kitchen and turned it on.

He came back into the room with a couple mugs of hot chocolate and said
there would be no lessons until I stopped shivering and shaking.  Then he
went back to his piano and started playing the Concerto right where he'd
left off.  With the help of the heavy blanket and the hot chocolate, I was
soon feeling warm again, so I got up out of the chair I was in and walked
over to sit beside him on the piano bench.  As soon as I sat down my body
shook with another cold shiver and he stopped playing and used both hands
to briskly rub me up and down in an attempt to get my blood flowing
properly to my skin.  It felt so good I just kind of leaned into his
shoulder a bit, enjoying the feel of his hands on me through the blanket.
I glanced down into his crotch and as usual in his tight pants, I could see
the mound his dick and balls made.

I don't know what possessed me that day, but while he was rubbing me, I
reached down and cupped his crotch, gripping and rubbing it.  His crotch
reacted quickly to my touch.  So did he.  Suddenly his hands left me and
gently took my exploring hand in his and removed it from his crotch.

Rather breathlessly, he said "Why did you do that?  You shouldn't do that."

"Why not?" I asked "I have wanted to do that, and more, with you for a
while.  Didn't you like it?"

"That's not the point" he chided "I am your piano teacher and an adult, you
shouldn't do things like that.  What are you?  15 or 16?  If you are
curious about things like that you should do it with people your own age"

"I am 12" I said emphatically "and I do do things like that with some of my
friends.  But I want to do it with a man now.  I want to know if sex with a
man is better than sex with my friends.  I like you, a lot, and thought
maybe you could be the man I could play around with."

You have to remember, sex was never discussed in my family, or in school or
by the church.  What I had learned was from books in the library and I
experienced most of what I knew with friends.  I still had no idea that
what my friends and I did was not something done by everyone.  Even my
teacher that day did not give the impression it was wrong, only that I
should do it with kids my own age.

So as I talked, my hand once again roamed to his now fuller and firmer
crotch where I again started to massage and grope him.

"12?" he groaned "my God you look older and I thought you were older."  And
once again he moved to remove my hand, but I was ready for him this time
and kept my hand where I wanted it and doing what I wanted even as he tried
in vain to pull my hand away.  Finally, he gave in, and as he put his hand
around my shoulder to hold me close, I reached down with both hands and
lowered his pants zipper.  I reached in and pulled out his now hard six or
so inches of hard cut cock and looked down at it.

I have to admit, I was somewhat repulsed by the sight of it.  It had a
rather skinny shaft and a big mushroom head.  I thought that, although
dicks grew to different lengths, that they basically all looked the same
like mine and the friends I'd had sex with.  Our dicks all seemed to have
rounded dick heads and the shaft was about the same thickness as the bottom
most part of the head.  Like a missile or something.  But the teachers
cock, to me at that age, looked ugly and weird.  I immediately wished I
hadn't been so bold.

I stroked his cock a few times thinking that I had gone this far, I
couldn't leave him sitting there with an erection now.  So I figured I
would just jack him off and get it over with.  And I would do it as fast as
I could.

To the sound of his quiet moans and groans, I rubbed his cock shaft up and
down, moving my other hand into his pants to rub his full balls.  Soon he
was hugging my shoulders closer and tighter and he'd begun a litany of
"Uuhhhh, Uuhhhhhh, Uuhhhhh" in time with each pull my hand made on his now
throbbing cock shaft.  As he got closer, his grunts got louder until I was
sure the neighbors would hear him.  Then his cock oozed out a glob of
precum.  I removed my hand from his balls and wrapped his mushroom head in
it, squeezing it tightly as I smeared the clear liquid all around the head.

That was enough for him, I guess, because suddenly he took a deep intake of
breath and howled almost like a dog when his sperm started oozing out of
his cockhead.  No shooting gobs or ropes of cum like I was used to from my
friends, just oozing that filled my hand still around his cockhead and
running down his shaft over my still stroking hand.  Each new flow of cum
that oozed out of him caused him to hunch his hips up a bit and utter
another growling whimper.

Finally it was over and I got up from the piano bench, went into the
washroom and washed my hands.  The I brought a wash cloth back to my piano
teacher so he could clean himself up.  I had lost my own erection, I think,
about the same time as I first saw his cock..  My experiences since then
have shown me that dicks come in all shapes, sizes and configurations
... but back then, in my eyes, my teachers cock was just "too weird".
After I handed the wash cloth to him, I went and sat in the wingback chair
which was my favorite.  He cleaned himself up, put his now soft dick back
in his pants, returned the wash cloth to the bathroom and checked on my
clothes and boots.  He returned saying it was going to take a while yet for
them to dry.

Then he knelt on the floor between my spread legs and moved the blanket I
had around me back so my own crotch was on display to him.

"What a cute boy cock" he said.  And then without preliminaries, he dropped
his head in my lap and sucked my 2" soft cock into his wet mouth.  I
settled back in the chair and closed my eyes and quickly grew to my full
erection, which was maybe about 5 1/2".  His lips and tongue went wild on
my young cock ... but it had to be the wettest blowjob I had ever
experienced.  Within seconds, it seemed, I could feel his spit and slobber
soaking my entire groin and it, no doubt, was soaking into the chair fabric
beneath me.  It may have been the wettest and sloppiest blowjob of my young
life ... but his suctioning mouth and his talented lips and tongue were
certainly having the desired effect.

I soon grasped his head in my hands and started fucking my hard cock into
his gifted throat, thrusting in and out like there was no tomorrow.  Again
and again I rammed up to meet his lips as the fingers of one hand slithered
under me to rub and tease my still virgin asshole.  This was a new
experience for me, something none of my fuck buddies or myself had even
thought of doing yet.  These new sensations around my pucker sent me
spiraling towards climax and I before I was ready for it to end, I told him
"I am going to cum".

He did not disappoint me and kept pistoning his lips faster on my cock and
he rubbed around my newly awakened pucker harder and faster.  Then I pulled
his head to my pubic hair as I fucked up into his mouth one last time.  I
grunted as I spewed one of my biggest loads of cum yet.  I don't think he
was prepared for the volume of cum I shot because at one point he coughed
around my cock and a bit of cum dripped down from his nose.  But he kept
sucking and rubbing around and on my butthole until my cock stopped spewing
and had gone soft.

When he sat back on his heels, he pulled a hankie from his pocket and wiped
the cum from under his nose.  He looked up at me, slouched spent in his
chair and smiled.

"You enjoy that?"  he asked

"Yes, especially the part where your rubbed my butt hole" I said "I never
thought of doing that to anyone before.  It felt great."

"I thought you might like that.  Was that your first blowjob?"  he asked.

He was somewhat disappointed when I told him some friends and I had been
trading them for over a year.  But he got over it quickly.

"Do you think you might want to do this again?" he asked

Again, I could see the disappointment in his eyes when I told him I thought
he was right.  I should stick with just having sex with kids my own age for
now.  To be honest, I was still curious about having sex with an adult, a
man ... but the sex with my piano teacher had just been too weird for my
young mind.  But I remembered the finger rubbing around the ass hole part
and my friends and I quickly incorporated it into just about every blowjob
we gave each other.

My clothes were soon dry, so I dressed and he gave me an abbreviated piano
lesson that day.

I never again made a pass at him and he never mentioned about us having had
sex or asking me if I wanted to do it again.  And I never told any of my
friends about that day.

It was about a year later before I had the opportunity to have sex with an
adult male.  A cop that lived 2 houses down the street from me.  That will
be chronicled in another story though.