I Will Miss My Teacher, He Taught Me

I just heard that my piano teacher of my youth passed away. He was the first man to kiss me. I was a sixth grader and he taught piano at his house. I rode my bike to my lessons. I finished my lesson, he told me I did a good job, with his hand on my shoulder before I opened the door to leave he picked up my face in his hand and kissed me on the on the lips and told me I was his favorite student. It was the first time I tasted lips, his lips were soft and to me they tasted sweet. I would lie if I didn't tell you I liked it.

From then on, when I left I got a kiss, and sometimes he patted my rear. I looked forward to seeing him, he kept his hand on my thigh when I played, he hugged me to him on the piano bench. I guess things progressed when I needed to use the bathroom and he went in with me, he stood behind me and offered to help. He reached around and lowered my zipper and took out my penis and held my penis while I peed. When I was done he used two fingers to squeeze out the last drop before tucking my penis back in my pants. That day I got an extra long kiss when I left.

There were many occasions when he kept his hand on my lap, holding my penis in his hand. I would get hard and he would complement me. More than once he got me cum in my pants. He took tissues from the box on the piano and cleaned me up and he finished by sucking me clean. By then I got lots of long kisses on the mouth. I loved going to his house, I worked hard to be the best player at the recitals. When he sucked my penis it felt good in ways that words can't tell.

The day I suppose had to come when he had me hold his penis in my hand and show him I liked him by kissing it and putting it in my mouth. He got very hard that day and he had to push my head back because I didn't want to stop sucking and licking him. That day I stood against the piano and he rubbed his erect penis against my anus. It took a long time to go in, a long time. But it went in. And I loved it. He did ejaculate, he had to clean me up with tissues. He sucked my penis and kissed me several times.

For all those years when I took piano lessons from him I was his favorite. I became an accomplished player and went to music school. There have been other men, in other places, but to me I remember with a lot of sentiment his kisses, I remember vividly that day he fucked me against the piano. That feeling I have never been able to replicate. I will miss the old man, I last saw him about five years ago when I was home and I heard that he had Alzheimer's and I went to see him. He didn't remember me. I gave him a kiss on the lips when I left.