Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2003 06:10:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Gavin Tyler <gavintyler88@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Piano Tutor

I took piano lessons during my high school years and
my lesson was scheduled right after another boy's
lesson.  I was sixteen and had a huge crush on him,
but never did anything about it due to my incredible
shyness.  Anyway, his name was Kyle and he was also
16.  To say I thought he was totally hot would be an
understatement.  He kind of looked like Jimmy, one of
those 70s teen idols, face and body, at that age.
Whenever we were together, my mind just went haywire
and I couldn't concentrate on anything!
Well, one very hot day I went to my lesson and Kyle
answered the door wearing red beachcomber slippers and
red gym shorts and nothing else.  I couldn't believe
my eyes--he was even sexier than I had imagined with
large nipples, slender waist, and a gorgeous tan.  His
chest was completely hairless and buff.  Yeah, this
boy worked out.  What's more, he knew he was sexy.
"Hey, Gary," he said nonchalantly.
"Hi," I whispered, trying to breathe at the same time,
realizing my breath was caught in my throat.
"Our teacher had to go out.  She'll be back in a
little while."
I enjoyed the view as I followed Kyle into the family
room where the piano was.  His bare back was flawless.
From this angle, his gym shorts looked a size or two
too small as his butt cheeks swayed sensuously with
each step.  His legs!  Oh, those legs!  Long, slender,
and smooth.  Now I understood why he was slightly
taller than I was.
Since we were together, we decided to practice our
duet for the upcoming recital.  Although Kyle played
just fine, my mind couldn't make my fingers work at
all!  We were sitting there on the piano bench
shoulder to shoulder, our bare elbows often touching,
his natural body scent wafting up into my nostrils.
No, he didn't stink.  It wasn't a bad smell at all.
All I remember is that it made me feel even hornier
that I already was!
"You're not concentrating, boy!" Kyle said.
I liked the `boy' at the end.  "Yeah, I know," was all
I could respond with.
"Are you hot?" Kyle asked.
I guess I was starting to perspire.  My breathing and
heart rate certainly felt funny.
"C'mon, let me show you.  And take off your shirt
before you burn up!" Kyle said as he stood up.
I couldn't believe what I'd just heard, but as if
operating on instinct, my hands slowly lifted my
T-shirt up and over my head and onto the floor.
"Scoot up," Kyle said.
I scooted up and felt Kyle settle onto the piano bench
right behind me, his legs wrapping around mine, his
nipples and bare chest pressing into my bare back, his
hands sliding in under mine on the keyboard, and his
growing erection pressing into my tailbone.  Kyle--hot
for me?! I thought to myself.  Nice!
I was well into unfamiliar territory by now and felt
totally dumbfounded--and very aroused, of course!  I
had no idea what I as supposed to do next, but it
wasn't a problem because Kyle was seducing me.  He was
the leader.  It's okay.  Just follow his lead I told
myself.  In fact, I could think of nothing more I'd
rather do than completely give myself to him--let him
have his way with me.
To my surprise, Kyle actually began playing the duet
slowly with my hands resting on his hands, my fingers
following his fingers.  When I felt his warm lips
brush across the back of my neck, my fingers wrapped
around his and I squeezed his hands.
By now I could feel sweat beginning to form between
his smooth chest and stomach and my bare back.  His
breathing had grown deeper and I could even feel his
heart rate.  It had increased.  I sat frozen, basking
in a feeling of total submission, not knowing whose
move it was next and not caring.  I loved that
heavenly moment!
Kyle pulled his hands free from my grasp and placed
one of his palms on my bare chest and his other on my
now quivering stomach where he began kneading my
supple skin.  I felt his tongue licking back and forth
between my shoulders.  As one set of fingers toyed
with a nipple, another set worked their way under the
waistband of my shorts.  I raised my arms and caressed
his head and wavy auburn hair in my hands as he sucked
on a shoulder.  My head fell back as I felt Kyle's
fingers touch the tip of my rock-hard erection.

You can imagine how the story might continue on from
here.  Any ideas?  I might continue this story or
start a new one.  Let me know.  I love feedback.