This is about my piano teacher, he was a gay man and would kiss me on the lips. He would kiss my mouth and tell me I was his darling. He would tell me I had the sweetest lips and he just loved kissing me. When we sat down to play, he would adjust himself just right beside me, put his arm around my shoulder and pull me up right next to him and then when I started playing he would put his hand on my thigh and squeeze my thight to give me the rythm. Of course I was good, I was always the best piano pupil at the recital, so that meant that he stayed my piano teacher.

One day, he decided to take me to the bathroom. He undid my pants and dropped them to the floor and grabbed my dick in his hand, and gently rubbed it betweeh his fingers. His hand was warm and my dick got hard and he rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, gently stroking my dick, then he sat on the toilet and sucked my dick for a good long time. He told me I was his sweetheart and only he could kiss me and kiss my penis. He used the word, not me, in my house no one used the word penis, even my mother called it a dick.

He pulled me down on his lap and called me his darling and his sweetheart and caressed my face and my hair and kissed me. I had forgotten I had to pee, but sitting there on his lap while he kissed me I got the urge again and told him I had to pee, so we stood up, he lifted the toilet seat and stood behind me holding my dick while I peed. The he let me pull my pants up, and while I did he opened his zipper and took out his dick and smiled at me while he peed into the toilet. For some reason that first time I saw him pee is forever part of my brain, and the sound of his peeing, it was loud and strong. He showed me how he shook his dick and let the last drop fall into the toilet. Then we went back and played the piano.

After that he would help me go to the bathroom. I would always wait for him to come, and then have to go. There when he would sit me on his lap he would give me these long long kisses, I could sit there for an hour while he kissed me, those were the real good days. Piano I practiced, I was good enough that he would tell me what to do, and I would practice.

One day, I waited and waited for him to come. He didn't show. I was upset, he had never failed to come. I sat at the piano and played, but it wasn't the same. When my mother got home, she asked me what was wrong and I told her. She called his house, but no answer. The next day when I got home from school my mother was there waiting. She sat me down and told me that my piano teacher was going to come any more. He had died the day before in the shower. He lived alone so no one knew until the yard man came the next day and heard the shower running and running.

It was a long long time before I was again kissed like that. For me there is no more comforting feeling than having my my dick held while I pee. I then like to stand beside him while he pees and smile at each other. But it is not the same, not like it was with my piano teacher. I miss him every day.