When I was fourteen, my mother arranged for me to take piano lessons. I wasn't exactly wild about the idea. My teacher, who was in his thirties, was nice enough though, and that made it somewhat beter. He would sit on the bench next to me, and he was a pretty good teacher, and I really started coming along. Well, after a couple of weeks I started to wonder if he wasn't Gay. He would sit right up next to me - not there was a lot of room on the bench, and he would slip an arm around behind my back, and put his hand on my shoulder. At first I wasn't too sure how I felt about that, but it really didn't exactly bother me either, and I started to kind of like it. To me it was kind of adventurous and daring, and he had no objections when I tried slipping my arm around behind him.
Then one day he asked me if I had any girlfriends. I said that I didn't, and he acted surprised, and remarked thsat I was good looking. Then, just being teasing about it, he asked if I had any boyfriends. Naturally I was kind of self-conscious. I probably blushed, but I said, no. Then we both laughed, and he casually remarked on how sometimes it could just be nice for a guy to enjoy another guy's company and be close. I said how I could sort of see that and how it could be nice I supposed. He gave my shoulder a squeeze and again told me how good looking he thought I was, and we had this friendly moment where we hugged.
The next time that I was over for my lesson, everything was just normal. He mentioned how he hoped that I wasn't upset that we had hugged. I assured him that I wasn't, and mentioned something about how it was kind of nice being friendly like that as guys. So we did another hug and smiled at each other, and then he kissed me. It wasn't a surprise exactly, and I kissed him back, and we hugged some more and caressed one another. It wa sreally nice. He remarked on how my mother probably wouldn't of us doing that together, and I assured him that it wasn't like I was going to tell her or anything. We did some more kissing and it was really a turn on doingt hat with him, and suddenly I was having an erection. Apparently it was giving him one too, and he told me so. I laughed modestly, and admited that my dick was hard. He suggested that we go into the bedroom and take care of things. So we did. We went into the bedroom and got naked, and it was such a turn on getting to hold and play with his big dick while he played with mine. Then he gave me a blow job. It was my first one. It felt terrific!
After that, i would go over and he would give me my lesson, and then we would go into his bedroom and play around. It was the third time that we did, when he put on a condom and fucked me. It was such an overwhelming experience and I loved it! For the next six months he and I had quite a bit of sex. My mother never found out, thankfully.