The Piano Teacher From Yugoslavia

As a child growing up we lived in Haifa. I was a bookworm and never cared for physical activies of any kind. My parents wanted me to do something extracurricular and they put me in piano classes. The teacher that came to the house was a Yugoslavian who had escaped and come over after the war. When he taught he sat beside me and he kept his hand on my knee. Sqeezing if I went to fast, and patting my thight if I went just right. He had a big hand and it felt warm on my leg and I always felt something higher up. One day I had straighten things out and lifted myself off the bench and straightened things out with my hand. He observed and offered to help. With his big hand he held my boyhood and it felt so good, he leaned over and gave me a small kiss on the lips. After that he insisted that I sit closer to him.

On the day that I was with him and my mother had gone to the hairdresser, we were practicing for an upcoming recital, he excused himself to use the bathroom. I told him I needed to go too and he told me to come along. In the bathroom he told me to go first and he stood behind me and helped me unzip my pants and pull out my boyhood which he held with his fingers while I peed. He then shoock it and helped me get my boyhood back in my pants.

He undid the buttons on his pants and took out his manhood. I stood beside him while he kept his hand on my shoulder. When he was done he asked me if I wanted to help him, I could shake his manhood for him. It was like holding a great big worm. I got a warm kiss from him and he hugged me close when we went back to the piano. He bent over and whispered that I was not to tell my mother that he had to help me in the bathroom, and with that he gave me another long kiss on the mouth.

It wasn't until I was well along with my piano studies and preparing for a concert, I was at his house, that he stood me beside him while he played for me to hear the piece. He put his arm around me and pulled me down to kiss me while his other hand cupped my new manhood and held it in his warm hand. He helped me undo and lower my pants and he rubbed my cheeks with his warm hand and he told me hold onto the piano and he got behind me and with a little bit of work I felt him get in me. Of all the feelings I have ever had that afternoon was the most memorable. His manhood was hot and it was so very hard and he had no trouble with me and i did what he asked to help.

There have been many men since those days at the piano but my memories go back to him. Of all the men he is the one that made me feel so good. I remember his sweet long kisses and his big warm hands like it was yesterday, a lifetime ago now. I still play some of those pieces he was instrumental in teaching me.